The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 170

Sophia threw her hands up in exasperation. "Wait, Alex! That's not what I-"

She never got the chance to finish. Almost on cue, the supervisor bustled back into the fray.

In a place like this-where VIPS clawed for dominance by tearing down their rivals' dignity—those without status had few options.

When elephants fi

ght, it's the grass that suffers.

Lacking any real authority, the staff had no choice but to bring in their highest- ranking official.

After all, if one has no sword, one must learn to dance in the shadows of those who do.

That official arrived in the form of a sharply dressed general manager, whose very presence could hush a room. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward with an air of cold efficiency.

"I'm the general manager," he announced, his voice cutting through the tension. "How may I be of assistance?" Jack practically shoved a finger in Alex's face.

"Emally! Listen up-we've got ourselves a freeloading loser over here," he snarled. "I want him kicked out immediately. I refuse to eat in the same room as this nobody."

The General manager arched an eyebrow. "Sir, that's highly unlikely. Our security is quite strict. We don't just let random folks wander in."

Jack brandished his favorite line like a weapon. "Clearly, you have no idea who you're dealing with. We're Gold VIPs. He's not! If you value your job, you'll do what we say. That's an order."

Florence, eyes glinting with contempt, added, "He's making us lose our appetite. Throw him out-now."

Arms folded, the general manager released a slow, measured sigh. "And which guest, specifically, do you want removed?"

Jack pointed again, as though Alex were some foul rodent. That guy. Right there." The general manager's calm facade hardened once he got a good look at Alex.

A thin, almost mocking smile tugged at his lips. "I see. Gentlemen, I'm afraid you're making a serious mistake."

Jack slammed his fist on the nearby table, rattling the water glasses. "What mistake? He doesn't have a Gold VIP card, does he?"

The General Manager remained composed. "No, he doesn't

"Exactly. So stop wasting

Gold, Platinum, or the President himself. This man"-he inclined his head respectfully at Alex-“happens to be the owner of Cheval Blanc

over the group as though someone had yanked the

dropped so low it might've

she'd

Charles, who'd been casually observing,

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came out strangled. "What? Him? Owning this

disbelief was even sharper. "Impossible! He's got no money—he's dirt poor! This

thin. "Believe me, folks, it's no

a disgusted once-over. "I've rarely seen anyone so brazen as

"He must've swiped somebody else's money or...or... scammed it off one of his so-called 'friends,'

wouldn't put it past him! He's always freeloading off women. He must've conned one for the

his eyes.

concern. What you do need to understand is that I have the power to tell you

were momentarily humbled, but it only made

accusing eyes on him, still desperate

general manager cleared his throat. "Mr. Alex, would you like us to remove these

customers-and apparently VIPS -let's give them our best hospitality. Send a bottle of our

away, sir," the general manager

laugh. “Look at him, acting so high and mighty. Typical free-loader behavior-trying to win

for a second think owning a restaurant makes you our equal." He swung an arm toward Charles.

cleared

"I have no interest in your complimentary handouts," he

rather

"Hear that, Alex? Owning this place doesn't mean squat next to Charles. Born into a truly noble family. You?

your so-called net worth to Charles's fortune, you don't

suave shrug, playing up his role. "Florence, no need to go too far. I was just lucky enough to be born

class," Florence said sweetly. Then she shot Alex a glare. "Meanwhile, all you've got is this...

your meal. Or leave if you can't stand it here. I have better things to do than babysit you." With that, he turned on

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